boomer

oh boomer. you, too, were a good good dog.

i remember pam telling me so many years ago about you. you were smart and polite and you loved your mom and dad. once on the way to a meeting pam was driving and she told me "boomer loves to learn". how do you know that, i asked her? and she said that there were two things you loved about learning: first was learning something new you could do, and second was learning something new you could teach pam and bill to do. you took an agility class one time years ago and when you got home, you were so tired and happy that you crawled up into pam's lap and snored your way into sleepy bliss. another story i remember is that you would only perform your trick when bill did something first, and how smart that made you that you revised the lesson plan in your velvety head so that he had to do his trick first and you said to bill "good job!"


they miss you, boy. and always will. your pretty face in the window saying hello and good-bye, and the way you dutifully followed them from room to room. a watchful eye and comforting wag and soothing eyes. you were the perfect metaphor for home.


and the home that you loved for 16 years, which you have now left behind, will always be blessed by the time you spent there.


good good dog.